The last thing you remember is going to bed on the ship, though now that you think about it, you could've sworn you felt something watching you sleep. But you always feel like that. And now you awake in a WAY better bed than you were in before, nice blankets and pillows, a headache too. And your somehow now in a beautiful silk tunic, as you look around it's just absolutely unbelievable. Everything looks so expensive, "Am I dead?" You ask yourself. Even if you actually were, how did you die? Or are you dreaming? As you asked yourself a lot of questions, You soon realized there was another person in the room. Sitting at a desk writing, you squint to try to see if you recognize the person.

Their hair- No, wing? The wing on the side of their head shifts slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. "Hermes?" You called out, and indeed it was him. he raised his head, seemingly excided that you were awake. "Ah, you're awake darling!"

The wings on his head fluttered in delight as he looked at you "How'd you sleep?" Was he even going to tell you where you were? Even though you had an idea, you decided to ask anyway. "Where am I?" He looked puzzled; he expected you to answer his question first "My palace darling. I didn't want anything to happen to you, I couldn't bear it if you died while getting home. Those men aren't the smartest."